got drabble - swirling colors ii
a/n: so this is no longer a twoshot. oops? tis Jon’s pov. and boy is it hard to write kid’s povs and make it believable.
shoutout to @bythunder because she’s been awesome in bouncing back and forth ideas with me. i rambled a lot at her about this part and other fics.
in which Jon learns some truths, the hard way. and the whispers reach South.
As a boy of six there are few things of which Jon is certain – things he knows with absolute clarity.
Robb is his brother, his best friend, his rival; he admires him, would follow him across the Seven Hells – even at such an age, Jon knows this to be true.
Arya is his
little sister, dearest of all; he
would stop at nothing to ensure her safety, her happiness.
Sansa is Sansa; not a sister, not a sibling, Jon
does not feel for her what he feels for Arya and Robb – it’s more, so much more, he’s only a boy and
doesn’t know how to explain it—this,
what he feels for her, it’s everything. She is his.
those things he knows; feels them in his very bones.
are the things he knew.
Stark is his mother; Eddard Stark is his father.
knows. This, he’s certain.
Until King Robert comes to Winterfell.